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interrupted the calm serenity of the coming evening. "Now then, 'order, my lads," I heard D. shout aloud, "and let's drink the Governor's health, and long life to him!" "Hurrah!" replied eight or ten voices; "Hurrah!" "Where's Jacko?" was then the cry; "where is he? out with the young lubber, George give him a glass." "Ay, give him a glass;" echoed in answer.
If a nut or apple were thrown to him which fell beyond his reach, he would run to the full length of his chain, turn his back, then stretch out his tail, and draw toward him the coveted delicacy." "Let's see whether Jacko would do so," shouted Minnie, greatly excited with the project. "When we can catch him. But see how funny he looks. There he goes up the hay mow, the chain dangling after him."
You remember Jacko Gordon, my lady? and the sands of Calvi?" "That was where the bully fought him!" cried Kit. "Ran him through the fore-arm when he wasn't ready." A dark breeze swept across the other's face. "He was ready; and it was not the fore-arm," he replied with icy chilliness.
And even he had a feeling that it would be unwise to increase the anger felt against himself at any rate, during the present heats. Jacko had his pipe still alight when Heathcote returned. "You young monkey," said he, "have you been using matches?" "Why not, Mr. Harry? Don't the grass burn ready, Mr. Harry? My word!"
Mappo crouched down on the ground, trying to hide under a green bush of the jungle. In his paw he held the empty cocoanut shell with which he was going to play a trick on Bumpo or Jacko. The tiger was creeping, slowly, slowly along, on his soft, padded feet, just as your cat creeps after a bird. Mappo was too frightened to move. "Ah ha!" growled the tiger, away down deep in his throat.
It was not till long after that I learned with surprise that he is a rodent mammal, of the species Arctomys monax, is called at the West a ground-hog, and is eaten by people of color with great relish. But I have forgotten my beautiful fox. Jacko continued to deport himself well until the young chickens came; he was actually cured of the fox vice of chicken-stealing.
"Not as you know of!" laughed Jacko, tauntingly shaking it over her head. He made a rush to catch it. She sprang nimbly away, and clapped the paper into her mouth. He overtook and caught her by the arm, and shaking her roughly, exclaimed, under his breath: "Where is it? What have you done with it? You exasperating, unprincipled little wretch, where is it?"
Poor Jacko was wondering "If I be I?" Grim sat in a leathern chair, at the farthest extremity of the room, occupied with holding a book, but reading Jacquelina. Suddenly he broke into her brown study by exclaiming: "I should like to know what you are doing, and how long you intend to remain standing before that glass."
The heat was intense; but there was a low soughing wind which seemed to moan among the trees without moving them. As they crossed the little home inclosure and the horse paddock, the track was just visible, the trees being dead and the spaces open. About half a mile from the house, while they were still in the horse paddock, Harry turned from the track, and Jacko, of course, turned with him.
Though the cherries were made of celluloid, they looked very real, and they might have fooled even a boy or a girl, to say nothing of a monkey. So with a quick bound Jacko which seems to be the name of all those long-tailed chaps was perched on Flossie's shoulder, tearing at her hat with two paws, trying to pull off what he thought were ripe, red cherries. "Oh! Oh!" screamed Flossie. "Oh, stop!"
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